“Willie, see the guest out," Isaac instructed after a while. He could not waste any more time on Jaylen's nonsense.

Jaylen did not know what to say now.

“This way, please, Mr. Williams." Willie motioned for Jaylen to follow him.

Jaylen whirled around and walked out in a huff.

Isaac had dismissed him, so he had no choice but to go.

When he reached the door of the office, his phone rang. He picked it up. The person on the other end of the line informed him, “Your painting was stolen."

"When?"

“Just now."

As his face flushed with wrath, Jaylen asked, "Do you know who took it?" “I think they were Mr. Johnston's men.“

Completely livid, Jaylen circled back and sped over to where Isaac was working. He pounded on the table so hard that his hands hurt. Gritting his teeth, he glared menacingly at Isaac.

“You've gone too far, Isaac Johnston!"

Willie then came over to tell Isaac, "The painting is here."

Isaac turned his gaze to Jaylen.

As it turned out, it was the painting that sparked his rage.

Isaac didn't care to add fuel to the fire.

“Burn it," he ordered lightly.

Camila had painted it for Jaylen, so he was going to burn it to ashes. Jaylen gawked at him.

He was so angry that he could not even utter a word.

That was too much.

After calling someone to carry out Isaac's instructions, Willie motioned again for Jaylen to follow him and said, “Mr. Williams, please leave."

Jaylen was so enraged that he could feel his chest heaving.

He was bubbling over with rage, but he had no outlet for it.

Further adding to his annoyance, he came out of the building just in time to see the painting in flames.

At this point, he was beyond angry.

“Willie, does Isaac like Camila?"